The problem for Salvador was that double palm smash ‘come on!’ on Tony’s steering wheel hadn’t made contact with Tony’s steering wheel. It had made contact with the large chest of a pretty big guy in La Mesa bar and this guy had just stacked it backwards over several tables and chairs in front of him.
Tony’s laughter was loud and strong. It rose against all other sounds in the room and taunted this felled monster. He stayed down for several seconds, considering all sorts of possible realities and then selected spitting fury, but it wasn’t to go well for him. He rushed his getting up process and only deepened Tony’s laugh as he tripped over a chair and hit the deck all over again.
The pain of what might be about to happen to him started showing itself early, his head started throbbing, or
